Carlos.Tack för måndagen.
"I'd wonder where I was and then it would hit me: I was on my own. And I'd wait quietly for sleep to come"
"I wished sometimes that I could detach myself from all life's expectations and hurts and just exist with that kind of fervour, that kind of liberty"
(Threepenny memoir)
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